I’ve seen things much more horrific than a burning building. The memory of that night tears me up anyway. Every single time. It was the noise that jolted me awake, a choir of damn sirens that penetrated the haze of sleep and hard liquor. Instinctively, my hand stretched out to touch my wife but there was nothing there. That’s because earlier I’d taken my bottle and my misery to the couch instead of the bed where she slept.

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